Annual Exam: The Great Equalizer

Yes, that’s right. My annual exam. The yearly tradition of letting a total stranger have a look-see around the ol’ ranch, IF you know what I mean.

Everything alright down here?

Funny thing, the annual exam. It’s one of those appointments I schedule every year without really thinking about it. I take time off work, drive to the doctor’s office, fill out the forms, show my insurance card, get weighed, put on the gown, and then WELL HELLO THERE, DOCTOR.

Thankfully, I see a really cool nurse practitioner who makes the experience as not-horrific as possible. When we went to talk to her about trying to get pregnant, she gave us the laundry list of dos and don’ts, taking special care to mention – in total seriousness – “Now wouldn’t be a good time to take up smoking crack.” Love her.

That’s really all I have to say on the subject. Except to note that I think it’s interesting how I will not divulge my real name on this blog, but have no problem disclosing to the Internet at large the fact that I’m going to have my reproductive system medically examined this afternoon.

I jumped here from Amalah (see, commenting really does bring traffic to your site!), and I just finished going through all your archives. Now I’m going to add you to my links list, because not only are you highly entertaining, but you can spell and punctuate properly. And thank GOD for that, because most people writing on this here Internet make me want to gouge out their eyes with a red pen.